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"If he's 'tank', I'm 'DPS'." Northbrook fired one rocket at each of the heads of the nearest half-dozen robots, taking a half second between shots to retarget the guidance spell. It would take split-second timing to dodge one of the rockets early enough to generate a miss but late enough that the spell couldn't require the target...
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Northbrook's tactic and equipment seemed suited for the task. In less than 10 seconds, he had destroyed an entire squad of robots. True to Kartanian's assessment, the bots focused their fire exclusively on Stallion unless some other target proved itself more threatening. The Freedom Avenue leader's costume was in bad shape, but the man inside it seemed to be doing fine. He fought back with close-in martial arts as he kept the bots occupied.
Kartanian kept flitting and wiggling through the air, maintaining quantum shields on Flux, Nightstrike, Stallion, and himself while occasionally lobbing an energy bolt at a bot on the ground. ~Hrr... This is a switch,~ he commented. ~I'm not usually playing the support role. And Nightstrike, roger that info. Very interesting.~
To Flux, the rogue advised, ~You're just battering the surface with the ice. Hit the spinning rotor hubs, instead. There is minimal armor there and it's usually the most vulnerable point. Just watch out for Nightstrike on the bird to your farthest right.~
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"Not like I done this before! I haven't!" She shifted her aim but not to the larger rotor she aimed for the rear stabilising rotor blade. "Northbrook how the people are they safe?"
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
As the others fought the robots, Nightstrike had not been idle. She'd engaged her magboots and was currently crouching, upside-down, on the bottom of the helicopter. After disengaing her grapnel, she retracted her sword and flicked the battery fluid off before sheathing it, then drew one of her pulse pistols and thumbed it to narrow beam. She crammed it against the hole from her sword and opened fire into the battery compartment.
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"Safe in a non-disclosed public location," replied Northridge discreetly over his tactical com gear as he reloaded. He advanced a bit, making himself a bit more of a target but improving his targeting of the next squad of robots, which he treated in the same manner as the first.
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Nightstrike's active sabotage efforts were quickly destroying the robot helicopter's fuel cells, and with them its power. Its lasers stopped firing and it began to tilt and turn to fly away.
Stallion leaped back and jumped over the low fence from the marina walkways to the parking lot. "Come on and get me, Juno! I'm your target! Better finish your mission fast, before I take the rest of you down!" he taunted. Whether the taunts were truly effective, he did present a better target and the robots continued to fire at him. This gave Northbrook plenty of good shots, and brought the bots into the federal agents' field of fire, as well. Northbrook's aim was dead solid and each shot destroyed another robot. The agents were doing well, also. Each of their shots wreathed a bot in something almost like crackling plasma for a second or two, and the robot trooper collapsed, inert on the pavement.
Flux's continued volley of ice, with its new target, quickly chewed up the helicopter's tail rotor and it began to spin. After a moment, it regained some control and started to retreat like the one Nightstrike was still riding back out over the river.
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"Time to be going!" Nightstrike said to herself as she holstered her pistol. "But not before we hand over our parting gift."
She turned around so that she was facing the rear of of the chopper and could see the other one that Flux had managed to chase off. She stood 'up' and walked along the underside of the chopper until she could clamber on to the topside of one of the wings that held the laser cannon. She grabbed a grenade off her combat webbing and turned a dial, then arced her arm back and pitched it hard towards the other chopper. When the grenade reached it's programmed proximity detonation range, it exploded into a large black cloud of minuscule particles that the chopper should not have been able to avoid.
Nightstrike didn't see that because she'd fired her grapnel at a nearby shipping crane and swung off her ride to head back towards the marina.
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She flew back to the marina and landed "Okay enough doing goodie goodie stuff. Package delivered and all so I be going I didn't sign up to be some cape." She stuck a bit of bubble gum in her mouth. "Unless one of you Officers going to try to stop me?"
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None of the robot helicopters had been destroyed, but all three had taken serious damage and retreated. Kartanian was sure that they had transmitted everything that had happened back to their Juno-8 controller. The ground troopers had turned out to be easy work for the forces combined against them. The mercenaries and their employers must not have been counting on that.
The male agent holstered his weapon after the last of the robot troopers went down and answered Flux's question. "No. I advise you to ignore what you've seen here. And fix the attitude. You appear to have a problem with authority." He turned to the Ukrainian metahuman floating insubstantially nearby. "Come on, Svetlana. Get your things and we'll leave the rest of the argument to the others. You're safe. That's all we're worried about."
~There will be other opportunities for excitement, I think,~ Kartanian agreed privately, though only Svetlana could hear it. ~Go ahead. We've got the situation covered here. If you wish to contact me, you will know how.~
"Let me grab my things." The young Ukrainian woman darted into the garage and emerged--completely solid again--with her knapsack and bag seconds later. There were hundreds of small holes scorched into the parking lot, the side of the boat shop, and everything else nearby. A few still glowed where there was something combustible, but nothing had caught on fire, exploded, or been destroyed. Kartanian was moderately surprised that there wasn't more collateral damage, but he sure wasn't complaining. Svetlana waved to the others and ducked into the red Dodge.
Agent Simmons called out to Stallion. "You okay?"
He paused in brushing himself off and waved her and her partner away. "Yeah. Go ahead. I'll take care of the rest."
Simmons nodded and returned to the car as Kartanian landed near the Freedom Avenue leader and changed back into his human form.
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"A problem with authority? You don't say?" said with a sarcastic tone. "Well unless I'm hindering your job I have a constitutional right to be a bitch." She headed to the van. "Hey, Northbrook you want a ride back to the office or are you good?"
Slipping into the van she called the office "Package delivered, had some problems with government types and some robots. We were tracked might want someone to look over the package make sure no one slipped some kind of tracker on her and give her a full heath check."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"Nah, I'm good. Thanks for the offer!" Northbrook then walked over to Kartanian and Stallion. "So, are these 'Juno Eight' people involved in the slaving, or are they just enemies of yours?"
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Kartanian--back in his "Ken Tanner" appearance--glanced at Stallion.
The big man shook his head. His uniform had taken a beating, with extensive scoring and holes burned through parts. Brown skin was visible where the damage went deep enough, but no blood or burns. He unfastened his hood and pulled it off, neatly tucking the fabric portion into the goggles. Underneath the mask, Stallion's strong, African-American features seemed more like those of an executive or military leader than a criminal mastermind. He was well-muscled, but not bulky or brutish, and his build and poise could fit any role from day laborer to professional athlete to corporate executive, set anywhere from the US to Brazil to most of Africa.
"Juno-8, yeah.... Just mercenaries. Somebody doesn't like me anymore." He looked hard at Kartanian. "What's your story in all this?"
The spy bowed with a flourish and a grin. "I am Kartanian, notorious rogue, sneak, spy, and ne'er-do-well. Sometime assassin and sometime hero. Proprietor of Curiosity Kilz and, as you can see, not from around here, originally!" Stallion snorted. Kartanian continued, "I make it a rule not to release any details of my contracts, except under two circumstances. One; when I find my employer unworthy of further trust or support. Two; when my employer tries to kill me or my associates. See also, rule number one. The law of the land does not concern me, Mister Stallion, but principles do. I suspect we have that in common, though perhaps in different ways."
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Nightstrike finally finished swinging back via grapnel and landed near the group. Her seasoned gaze took in everything in an instant as she approached the group. Her first action was to radio Kartanian. "I presume you have some sort of gambit running in letting the fake FBI agents take Svetlana, so I won't interfere... yet."
She looked over at Stallion, her eyes darting over him for a second and taking in the weapons and armor, before nodding. The respectful actions of one professional scoping out another. "Nightstrike. What's your story?"
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"Stallion," the Freedom Avenue leader replied to Nightstrike. At Kartanian's amused look he added, "Friends gave me the nickname, back when I worked in legitimate circles. I move people, mostly with the goal of getting them to better situations in the United States. Yes, some slice of them are being moved for what amounts to slavery, and some are being moved against their will. We make sure that they get out of those situations. I have friends and people that work for me who make that happen. America is the land of freedom, and that should mean everybody. But we have to pay the bills, too, so I take more kinds of passengers than I would like to, and do what I can to fix things that we learn about after they get here, where we have more options and more leverage."
He looked back at Kartanian. All he asked was, "Vorel?"
The rogue nodded.
Stallion shook his head with a frustrated and irritated look tightening his face. "She's never going to let up. Well... what now? You going to take care of those two you evacced?"
"Yes," Kartanian nodded. "One of them was duped by the Syndicate in Donetsk and then grabbed and sent by force when she tried to pull out. On this end, she was slated for sex work. I don't really know about the other one, but I'm guessing that the job she thought she was coming here for isn't really legit. I'm kind of skeptical about the other three passengers who think they're going to work for IBM, too."
"What are you going to do with those two?"
"Martika is concerned about her sister back home. Apparently, her sister had a really tough delivery and birth of her baby, and medical services are unreliable in that area... especially for pro-Kiev families. We'll get Martika back to where she wants to be, and provide what help we can to the family. The story on that is that a special friend of the family paid for a rescue. For the other one, we can find something for her here, if that's what she wants. Get her started out right without hassle."
"Good." Stallion paused for thought. "I've got my doubts about that IBM gig, too. Some company with the initials 'IBM' is paying the bill, but I don't think it's the one with name recognition. We'll watch that."
"And Svetlana?" Kartanian asked.
Stallion snorted with dry humor. "Willing passenger, and excited by the whole thing, I'm sure. She actually knows those two that picked her up. Freaked them out something fierce when she went missing minutes from pickup. Passengers like her are how I really pay the bills. You'll excuse me, I'm sure, if I don't provide any additional details."
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Northbrook nodded. "Well, I left some business cards with the three who stayed behind. If they call the number on them, we can trace them. And if the cards are taken from them, I'll know where they are at that time, unless that happens when they're behind some serious counter-scrying magic or too far away."
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Nightstrike quietly watched the exchange between Kartanian and Stallion. Partway through the conversation, she contacted Ciph3r. The phone picked up and he started to speak "Yea..." but then there was an amused female laugh and his complaining voice was suddenly in the background. "H'lo, who's dis?" an accented woman's voice asked.
"This would be the employer of the person whose phone you are currently holding hostage." Nightstrike replied good-naturedly.
"Yeah, well dis is Gemma and I'm busy wit' 'im." the woman answered feistily, then hung up.
Nightstrike fumed quietly for a few moments, then opened a channel to Kartanian once he seemed to be done speaking with Stallion. "Care to fill the rest of us in?"
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In sidelong answer to Nightstrike's private message, Kartanian continued talking with Stallion, figuring that what the man already knew wouldn't hurt Nightstrike or Northbrook to know, as well. "I was hired to expose Freedom Avenue by a Mister Johnson at NStar Corporation with no or minimal bloodshed or collateral damage. Obviously, I take care to research my targets. The Avenue seems to have a mix of 'passenger types,' as evidenced by the occupants of the cargo container we selected. Some we found to be human trafficking, some are apparently dupes, some are 'legitimate' would-be immigrants, and a few appear to be 'high profile' individuals."
The Freedom Avenue leader nodded.
"The NStar link was layered, but Kathleen Vorel is at the top of the chain. This Juno-8 attack is a separate thing, and expensive. What does she have against you?" The rogue was curious.
"Personal thing," Stallion grunted. "She thinks I betrayed her and tipped off the feds about something nasty she was doing with illegal workers in an unsafe situation. Her operation got nine people killed. I told her I wouldn't move any more people for her. Then, the feds brought up charges against NStar after doing their own investigation, tipped off by the survivors."
Kartanian nodded, following the logic. "Yeah, personal. I don't mind those, but I typically choose to be working on the side of the other guy in something like this."
Stallion laughed. "Yeah, that's subtle enough! How do I contact you?"
The spy produced a cell phone and offered it. "The info in this phone will work."
"Mm-hmm. All right." Stallion took the device and slipped it into a thigh pocket of his pants. The big man turned back to Nightstrike. "As for the rest of my story, I'm the son of immigrants--refugees--and I know what this country can offer at its best. Everyone officially in Freedom Avenue gets that idea, and we're working to get people to the land of freedom while making a profit on the side. Contractors and 'partners'... like the Russian Syndicate... not so much. It's a gray area, but I'm used to working the shadows."
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At this time, Flux had pulled off and drove away. Hitting the sound system she started playing some metal. "Okay, girl that was fucking stupid. Why the hell did you go and try to fight three choppers?" Shakes her head "Damn hero shit."
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"I take it we aren't expecting any more excitement at the moment? Then I'll expect the balance of my pay as arranged, and if either of you need my talents or just some backup, you know how to contact me," Northbrook told Kartanian, then offered a card to Stallion.
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"No, that was great, Northbrook. Good work, and thanks for keeping priorities in order. That's a wrap, for now," Kartanian affirmed.
The spy turned to Stallion and Nightstrike. "A certain oil company executive has enough wherewithal to pay Curiosity Kilz to expose the Freedom Avenue, enough intel resources to spot Stallion when he shows in 'public,' and enough budget to contract Juno-8 for a hit on him when he shows. Someone is misusing company funds, I think."
"Wouldn't be the first time," Stallion snorted.
Kartanian turned to Nightstrike. "The local authorities should be arriving soon. I'm thinking that the big guy, here, and I would talk more business somewhere appropriate. Do you want to stay in on this, or fold for now?" He explained to the Freedom Avenue leader, "Nightstrike is by no means my employee, but an independent ally."
He also made a note to have Kisya and crew more thoroughly investigate what happened to the Freedom Avenue cargo after "drop-off," to verify Stallion's story. It sounded patriotic and good, but Kartanian wanted to know the details.
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"I will bow out, but remain on call. I have other things to take care of at the moment." she said.
Before she left, she removed three black wafers slightly larger and thicker than business cards from one of her pockets. They had slight blue indentations roughly the size and shape of a thumbtip on one side. "I'd like each of you to have one of these. You can use them to contact me by holding your thumb over the indent and speaking your name. I will answer unless I am extremely busy."
She handed each one of them a wafer, then threw off a casual salute and headed towards her motorcycle.
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Northbrook accepted the wafer and offered a card in return. "You actually have to call the number, or have the card taken from you against your will." He slipped the wafer into a wallet which then went back into a SOTO pocket. "See you around." He then stepped and teleported, back to the bridgetop where the relay waited and he recalled the drone from its station...
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"Right. So... coffee?" Kartanian asked.
Stallion looked at the rogue skeptically for a long moment, then nodded. "Starbuck's across for City Hall. How fast can you get there?"
Kartanian checked its location on his retinal display. "Ten minutes or less."
"See you there, then." He fired up his jet pack and boosted off into the sky.
Alone in the pockmarked parking lot, the spy looked around at the damage. With a wry grin, he shrugged. "All's well that ends well, I guess. At least, as far as Act One goes. The future remains to be written!"
With that, he faded from view.
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Later that evening, Val Fordan, his disguise spells shed, sat down in the chair and sipped the hot cocoa that was his favorite local beverage. In the love seat, Milly O'Brian and Marianne Morrison drank their own cocoas, and looked at the images from the drone and other sources displayed on the wall screen. The CIA agents and Flux were digital photographs; from the drone and the tablet, respectively. The images of Mr. Tanner, The Stallion, Nightstrike, and the other Curiosity Kilz operatives were drawings from Val's memory. Several smartphones had caught portions of the battle at the docks, supplying images both of the helicopters and the robots. Another robot, who looked like a high school or possibly college student, sitting in her hotel room in Bermuda, took up the left side of the big screen. "No," said Lexi Morrison-O'Brian, "those definitely aren't the same robots, and I'm pretty sure the tech base isn't the same. For one thing, there was no evidence that these were actually cyborgs. There are many design style differences, as well." A window opened up with the imagery from an attack by heretofor unknown mechanical forces a few months earlier; arrows with footnotes pointed out the differences.
"This 'Flux' seems familiar." Milly pulled up a news article about a breakout at an institution for the criminally insane in Ironport, and found one picture. "Heather Valentine."
"I heard about that breakout from some classmates," put in Lexi.
"That's her, although she seems much more sane than this picture paints her," added Val.
"Well, if she's wants to not be a villain," put in Marianne, "I'm more than willing to let her."
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The work was done. Kisya closed the many windows she had open on the big screen, one by one. Kartanian, back in his normal ginger-furred form, stood up and stretched. His back rippled as his muscles relaxed and his tail lashed back and forth as if it had a mind of its own.
"Encrypt and wipe?" asked the Hostile Secretary, fingers hovering over the controls. "Or, just encrypt?"
"Mousehole it. Never know if we might need that again," the spy answered.
Kisya nodded and set the data to be encrypted, transformed, and "lost" in cyberspace. They could find it again if they needed it, but the data constructs scampered away into the net like mice fleeing a cat.
"Martika is home with her family, and an unobtrusive security system. I also let the local syndicate know that I have work if they follow my rules and trouble if they don't."
Kisya snorted cynically. "How well did [i]that[/i] go over?"
"Much better in Russian than it would have in Ukrainian."
"Showoff," she commented dryly.
"Damn right." Kartanian purred softly to himself with satisfaction. "Anyway, that situation's taken care of and Laika is off to our friends in Chicago who can give her a good start. And papers."
"Great. So there's the cargo. And I've just delivered your invoice to Kathleen Vorel at NStar. You fulfilled your agreement. Let's see if she holds up her end of the deal."
"If not...."
"Yeah, the invoice was delivered with your extra notes to her corporate, in-the-clear email address. She'll get the picture."
"I think Stallion will hold up his end. I'm not worried about him."
The secretary snorted derisively again. "Go figure. You made it worth his while, and he gets what he wants."
"Cover and extra security while he shifts his operations about."
"Yeah. Any more freebees I should know about for the books?"
"No. Not at the moment. Did Northbrook and Nightstrike get paid?"
"Properly. Yes."
"Flux?"
"She's got issues."
The rogue shrugged. "Yeah. So? Think she'll show up for work tomorrow?"
"Beats me. If she does, I've got work for her. The regular kind; not the powers stuff. She'll do."
"Every one of us is some kind of misfit. Why should she be any different?"
Kisya laughed. "Ya got me there, boss! Why not?"
"After all, we [i]are[/i] trying to provide constructive work for people, are we not?"
"Yeah, and Curiosity Kilz the cat, too."
"I've managed well enough, so far. But, there's always tomorrow!"
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Later that night...
Roxanne slowly put her phone back on the nightstand after receiving confirmation of the payment from Kartanian. As she twisted, a rumpled blonde head emerged from under the covers. "Whozzat?" Amber asked sleepily. She let Roxanne settle down before throwing a strong arm over her and pulling up to her side.
"Just a bit of business, mi amante. Go back to sleep." Condesa Serena del Olmo answered softly, her fingers slowly combing through Amber's hair until the dockworker drifted off to sleep again. Roxanne was awake a little while longer, contemplating the mission and the new possible allies she'd met. What they'd done today was similar to the goals she'd had in mind when she attempted to form Blackwatch, but on a smaller scale. [i]'Maybe I'll have to reconsider Blackwatch someday down the road.'[/i] she thought to herself as she joined Amber in sleep.
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Grace.. Janet... ugh she really needs to get her alias straight. Flux had dropped off the van and headed off on her bike. She didn't head home she ended up in a small bar called Dante's Inferno with some oversized Gargoyle fellow as a bouncer. It's good a place as any to get a few drinks and unwind. As she sat at the bar she looked at her jacket and the burn marks where the lasers had hit. Sipping her rum and coke she wondered if she should have reported in. Naw if they wanted that they would have given her more on her orders.
The job was done, she didn't technically break any laws. So much better then the last job she did, the pay might be less but it was steady. "If the job gets as heated as this I'm going to need some fighting gear." She mumbled to herself. A hard look went to the bartender who had overheard and raised a brow. He took the hint and turned away, just another normal night at the Inferno.
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